Nelson Mandela was, and is, one of the people that almost make me cry. (I say almost, because I don't cry nearly as much as I'd like to.) It's a matter of goodness. Seeing sincere goodness in another human being moves me more than anything else in the world.
I wish all people were heroes. Unfortunately, most people seem to have better things to do.
I believe that most of us are trying. Most people sincerely want to be good. They just don't dedicate themselves to the cause as radically as some of us.
Lately I've been questioning the whole hero thing. I'm such an annoying, arrogant, immature piece of crap. How the hell could I be a hero? I'm anything but a saint. I was born just as imperfect and ridiculous as everybody else; even more so, really.
But I realize that that's not the point.
Just like there is no courage without fear, a hero without doubt and profound imperfection is not a hero at all.
And so I will fail, fail, and fail again for a million times. I will make an idiot out of myself, get things wrong, seem like an asshole, seem like a hypocrite and forget what's important, but then I will always get back up and push on.
Accept me with my insecurities and imperfections. This is me trying.
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